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== Lyrics == | == Lyrics == | ||
Oh, Mister Tut, what good's it do? | <blockquote> | ||
They love your chair, but nobody cares for you | Oh, Mister Tut, what good's it do?<br> | ||
Egyptian nights were never colder | They love your chair, but nobody cares for you<br> | ||
And all your friends are thousands of years older | Egyptian nights were never colder<br> | ||
Whatever happened to that gang down by the Sphinx | And all your friends are thousands of years older<br> | ||
Seems they're only forty winks away | Whatever happened to that gang down by the Sphinx<br> | ||
Those girls from Cairo with their belly button jewels | Seems they're only forty winks away<br> | ||
Made you play the fool, yesterday, yesterday. | Those girls from Cairo with their belly button jewels<br> | ||
And now you keep in shape with Elmer's Glue | Made you play the fool, yesterday, yesterday.<br> | ||
Because you're all wrapped up in them Dead Egyptian Blues. | And now you keep in shape with Elmer's Glue<br> | ||
Oh, Mister Tut, they love the mask, | Because you're all wrapped up in them Dead Egyptian Blues.<br> | ||
Do they love it, honey, sweetheart, don't ask. | Oh, Mister Tut, they love the mask,<br> | ||
Where's those baby browns and that pearly smile | Do they love it, honey, sweetheart, don't ask.<br> | ||
The smile that drove 'em wild by the early Nile. | Where's those baby browns and that pearly smile<br> | ||
You make one terrific hieroglyphic, don't you bro' | The smile that drove 'em wild by the early Nile.<br> | ||
Centuries of standing sideways turned you to a pro. | You make one terrific hieroglyphic, don't you bro'<br> | ||
Those girls from Cairo, who filled your heart with lust | Centuries of standing sideways turned you to a pro.<br> | ||
They've all turned to dust yesterday, yesterday | Those girls from Cairo, who filled your heart with lust<br> | ||
And those bandages don't do that much for you | They've all turned to dust yesterday, yesterday<br> | ||
Because you're all wrapped up in them Dead Egyptian Blues. | And those bandages don't do that much for you<br> | ||
Oh, Mister Tut, they dig the tomb, yeah; | Because you're all wrapped up in them Dead Egyptian Blues.<br> | ||
All that gold leaf brightens up a room | Oh, Mister Tut, they dig the tomb, yeah;<br> | ||
But what's the diff, when you're stiff, what riff they're playin' | All that gold leaf brightens up a room<br> | ||
When your ears have spent five thousand years decayin' | But what's the diff, when you're stiff, what riff they're playin'<br> | ||
What does it matter, what possessions you may boast | When your ears have spent five thousand years decayin'<br> | ||
When you're just a ghost, it's only jive, Clive, | What does it matter, what possessions you may boast<br> | ||
Your sarcophagus is glowin' but your esophagus is showin' | When you're just a ghost, it's only jive, Clive,<br> | ||
Who cares how rich you are, love, when you look like Boris Karloff | Your sarcophagus is glowin' but your esophagus is showin'<br> | ||
Call Nautilus, they might even refund your dues | Who cares how rich you are, love, when you look like Boris Karloff<br> | ||
Because you're all wrapped up in them Dead Egyptian Blues. | Call Nautilus, they might even refund your dues<br> | ||
(Instrumental) | Because you're all wrapped up in them Dead Egyptian Blues.<br> | ||
Oh, Mister Tut, you wait and see | (Instrumental)<br> | ||
Another few thousand years, they're gonna dig up me | Oh, Mister Tut, you wait and see<br> | ||
And I'll have all my little treasures near at hand | Another few thousand years, they're gonna dig up me<br> | ||
A CD of Sgt. Peppers' Lonely Hearts Club Band; | And I'll have all my little treasures near at hand<br> | ||
A little dried-out Maui Wowie, crumbled in a bong; | A CD of Sgt. Peppers' Lonely Hearts Club Band;<br> | ||
A letter from my honey, sayin' "Love ya, kid, so long" | A little dried-out Maui Wowie, crumbled in a bong;<br> | ||
Some peanut butter sandwiches, that've long returned to sand | A letter from my honey, sayin' "Love ya, kid, so long"<br> | ||
Not much gold or silver, but, Tut, I think you'll understand | Some peanut butter sandwiches, that've long returned to sand<br> | ||
That in my way, I'll be just like you | Not much gold or silver, but, Tut, I think you'll understand<br> | ||
That in my way, I'll be just like you<br> | |||
All wrapped up in them Dead Egyptian Blues. | All wrapped up in them Dead Egyptian Blues. | ||
</blockquote> | |||
note: Composed after viewing the King Tut exhibition. | note: Composed after viewing the King Tut exhibition. | ||
Michael Smith, (c)1985 | |||
[[Michael Smith (nonfiction)]], (c)1985 | |||
== In the News == | |||
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== Fiction cross-reference == | |||
* [[Gnomon algorithm]] | |||
* [[Gnomon Chronicles]] | |||
== Nonfiction cross-reference == | |||
* [[Mathematician (nonfiction)]] | |||
* [[Mathematics (nonfiction)]] | |||
== External links == | |||
* [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhilN9BQ4qc Dead Egyptian Blues by Michael Smith] @ YouTube | |||
[[Category:Nonfiction (nonfiction)]] | |||
[[Category:Egypt (nonfiction)]] | |||
[[Category:Music (nonfiction)]] | |||
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Latest revision as of 02:28, 13 September 2021
"Dead Egyptian Blues" is a song by Michael Smith.
Lyrics
Oh, Mister Tut, what good's it do?
They love your chair, but nobody cares for you
Egyptian nights were never colder
And all your friends are thousands of years older
Whatever happened to that gang down by the Sphinx
Seems they're only forty winks away
Those girls from Cairo with their belly button jewels
Made you play the fool, yesterday, yesterday.
And now you keep in shape with Elmer's Glue
Because you're all wrapped up in them Dead Egyptian Blues.
Oh, Mister Tut, they love the mask,
Do they love it, honey, sweetheart, don't ask.
Where's those baby browns and that pearly smile
The smile that drove 'em wild by the early Nile.
You make one terrific hieroglyphic, don't you bro'
Centuries of standing sideways turned you to a pro.
Those girls from Cairo, who filled your heart with lust
They've all turned to dust yesterday, yesterday
And those bandages don't do that much for you
Because you're all wrapped up in them Dead Egyptian Blues.
Oh, Mister Tut, they dig the tomb, yeah;
All that gold leaf brightens up a room
But what's the diff, when you're stiff, what riff they're playin'
When your ears have spent five thousand years decayin'
What does it matter, what possessions you may boast
When you're just a ghost, it's only jive, Clive,
Your sarcophagus is glowin' but your esophagus is showin'
Who cares how rich you are, love, when you look like Boris Karloff
Call Nautilus, they might even refund your dues
Because you're all wrapped up in them Dead Egyptian Blues.
(Instrumental)
Oh, Mister Tut, you wait and see
Another few thousand years, they're gonna dig up me
And I'll have all my little treasures near at hand
A CD of Sgt. Peppers' Lonely Hearts Club Band;
A little dried-out Maui Wowie, crumbled in a bong;
A letter from my honey, sayin' "Love ya, kid, so long"
Some peanut butter sandwiches, that've long returned to sand
Not much gold or silver, but, Tut, I think you'll understand
That in my way, I'll be just like you
All wrapped up in them Dead Egyptian Blues.
note: Composed after viewing the King Tut exhibition.
Michael Smith (nonfiction), (c)1985
In the News
Fiction cross-reference
Nonfiction cross-reference
External links
- Dead Egyptian Blues by Michael Smith @ YouTube